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Sometimes you just need to figure out where you belong.
Read MoreMy world shattered when I became a widow. I am now attempting to reassemble the broken shards into something damaged, fractured, and scarred, yet beautiful.
Sometimes you just need to figure out where you belong.
Read MoreSometimes the best way to grow is to remove the boundaries we no longer need.
Read MoreLike so many others in this country (and around the globe), my world these days consists mainly of everything found inside the four walls of the place I call home. Before I committed to self-quarantine (and I don’t mean that in an I-refused-to-take-precautions kind of way, but more in a we-had-a-road-trip-already-planned kind of way), S […]
Read MoreI’ve spoken recently about how odd it feels loving two men. It’s as if I’m straddling an invisible line between the present and the past. The stronger my feelings grow for S, the sharper my present (and my future) become, while my past takes on a softer glow, losing definition around the edges. I recently […]
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